Got up this Christmas morning to my windows fogged frosted and frozen shut. Had chicken soup watched the world online for a moment. Went for a walk. Like last night the streets empty. The cold keeping folks’ home. Those blessed with homes. Home. Spent last evening with old friends. The Christmas Eve turkey kept their place toasty. The aroma so full of memories lifted our hearts. It was a blessed night and now a cold yet blessed morning.
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